No, it sure doesn't. In fact, 99% of the time, Lupus is the reason I was up all night. So, where's that bright side I'm always looking on? How in the heck can I love the morning with Lupus? Especially after a night dealing with, well, you know.... those various unmentionable symptoms.
It's pretty simple, actually. You see, even though the morning after brings with it much pain, suffering and fatigue, there's one obligation I don't have with Lupus. Because with Lupus, I am forced to work at home.
That's right. When I'm sick, I don't have to go to a job outside the home. I don't even have to call in. I don't have to convince my boss that I'm not up to it. I don't have to endure the stares of the employees that did my job in my absence. I don't have to explain myself to anyone. That's because with Lupus, I can't have a regular job anyway.
And, Lupus aside, the best part about writing for a living might actually be that unless I'm on death's door, I can still do my job on the morning after a rough night. But only if I feel up to it. Which is pretty awesome.
So, thanks Lupus, for making it unnecessary for me to endure all that workplace sick day mess. Because here in morning after land, the last thing I need to worry about is getting to a job that I even dread on days when I'm well enough to go.